My eyes fell upon my breasts, than God nature had been kind to me, even now in my advancing years of mid thirties, I could still compete with my teena...ge daughter, firm and tip-tilted, making my erect nipples still point skyward, another surge of heat from my loins, God I needed to get ready, 'Enough', my mind screamed, surely I would have a God almighty orgasm if I kept this up for much longer. I shaved using a wet razor, 'Clean as a wet whistle' I followed the curvature as it disappeared. I said that I would not pull myself together - it is human. he just scratched me and said:- so I can grab you by that hair and step on you, that the world will turn to you,Instead of falling silent, I said:- Well, we'll see about that.The night progressed, most of the guests left, 5-6 boys stayed in the villa.We would sleep there, the next day to fix the villa and go home.I went to the toilet and immediately after me my man came, grabbed me by the hair and said: - I'll tear you apart, womanI. At first our conversations were light and easy, mostly about Tennis and little gossips about the other arrogant brutes at the club but as the night went and the tempo of the alcohol buzz in our heads increased, our conversations grew heavy with dirty insinuations. “Hey Chuck, tell me. How do you think I play?” “Hmm, I can’t decide between dirty and naughty.” “Oh jeebus, surely you know I am talking about Tennis” “Ah, but of course. You’re always taking Jillian’s shots. That’s not very nice. "Park?" I asked."No." She drew out the vowel to suggest that I guess again."Parky?" Eric suggested."You're getting closer." Well, I give up," I said."Me, too," Eric agreed."Parkay," Parker said with another, even drunker laugh."Because you were always toasted?" Eric was a little ripped himself."Because your father wanted to name you Margarine?" I asked. That was enough to send Alison into convulsions of laughter, but it went right over Parker's head."No and no," she said, leaning forward even.